"My parents want to know if we're going to do a wedding," Krysanthe immediately blurted out, which right after, she regretted doing. However, the floodgates had opened and there was no way she was going be able to close them. "Maybe not my parents--my mom, really. I think."
Did she want a wedding? Krys didn't know what to think. After all, she didn't imagine meeting her husband this way and discussing their wedding plans in a coffee shop. In her mind, they would already moved into an apartment together, sitting on the couch, holding hands, talking...
But life usually didn't work out the way she wanted. The way anyone wanted.
Feeling that she had thrown herself into a pit, Krysanthe continued rambling, because it was what she really did best in these type of situations. "I mean, I don't mind not having a wedding. If you're not comfortable with it, of course. I'll just tell my parents--my mom--that we aren't. We'll just take pictures. Or something equally wedding-like."
Adam seemed like he wasn't comfortable with anything at the moment, so maybe it was the best idea to just keep going, since he was nice enough to open up this topic. "It's not bad if you want to, either," Krysanthe quickly added on, feeling like she was having a conversation with herself. "I don't mind. I mean, I only want one wedding, you know? It seems a bit bad to have more than one...plus, I really don't want to explain it to my child as to why I'm married twice. Or whatever."
Oh god. "Not that--I mean, we don't have to talk about that now. About the stuff--about babies that are supposed--okay, I'm just going to shut up now, thanks." Feeling like a moron, Krys buried her heated face in her hands and tried to sink into her chair, hoping it would swallow her up and make her disappear forever.